Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Grandpa’s Fish Pond #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks too Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Phallon watched the fish swim in the pond his Grandpa had installed in his backyard. He enjoyed visiting his Grandpa each Saturday. Grandpa had put the pond in because young Phallon loved the fish so much as a toddler; ‘fishes’ had been his first word. 

Now he sat with Grandpa who asked him about school and of course the girls in his school. Uncomfortable, Phallon wished Grandpa didn’t ask him about that. 

Grandpa simply laughed,”Phallon, I’m only teasing you. It’s good you have friends who are girls and that there are girls you like. This Jennifer, have you asked her out?”

Phallon’s face turned red, “Yeah we’ve gone to a movie together and bowling. I want her to be my girlfriend but her parents say she’s too young to have a boyfriend.” 

Grandpa nodded a smile on his face, “You’ll find the right one when you’re older. When I saw your Grandma the first time, my heart lept out of my chest. I wonder if I will ever meet that right girl of yours and see you marry her?” 

Phallon felt uncomfortable again, “Why wouldn’t you be there Grandpa? You’re only eighty-one?” 

Grandpa patted Phallon’s hand then squeezed it, “You know, my boy, I’ve been sick a long time. It’s a battle I’ve mostly conquered, but my strength is waning these days.When you get married someday, think of your old Grandpa, okay?” Phallon nodded feeling a lump in his throat.

Two-years later Grandpa succumbed. Phallon was sixteen and felt raw inside. He returned to the fish pond in Grandpa’s  back yard. He noticed the fishes were floating and the reality of life made tears wet his cheeks. In the mess of the last two weeks including Grandpa’s funeral, no one had remembered to feed the fish. 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner: Bowling for Retrievers


” Of all the places I thought I would end up New Year’s Eve” it wasn’t beside a blind man on a plane with his guide dog Daisy. She was a beautiful friendly golden retriever. I wasn’t supposed to pet her but I couldn’t help myself when those chocolate eyes looked at me.  

I was going to Housten to compete in a bowling competition. I know what you’ll say: “Bowling, what kind of sport is that?” Well it’s a good one. I enjoy it and it keeps me relatively fit and when you’re not bowling you get to sit and drink with your buddies.

Suddenly, Daisy began to bark and whimper at Sam who was eerily still. It appeared Sam had peacefully passed away in his sleep. 

I kept Daisy with me when they took Sam to the morge. There was a funeral and I went. I heard his wife wondering what they were going to do with the dog who was too old to go to a new blind person. 

I spoke up then, “I’ll take her,” I said. Sam loved that dog and I would love her too. “Daisy” I whisper to her while petting her ears ” you and I are going to be great bowlers.” 

Word Count: 194 words

 

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Thanks to  RogerShipp for hosting this weeks challenge with the prompt picture and beginning line: 

“Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve…” 

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